The only other thing that was still on my mind, was if none of those villagers had ever tried to explore this tunnel. I was sure, if I would have been...living here, when I was much younger, I would probably explore it with some of my friends. What teenager wouldn't be curious about something like this! Not that I was expecting to run into them today, but still, it could happen, I thought."Eva?" Yes!" I just thought about something! What if we had been caught by those villagers up there? Wouldn't. She turned and jumped back when she saw Burnett walking her way, then almost relaxed when she saw the box of books in his arms. The woman had the perpetually down-turned lips that most unhappy people wear as a defense against having to reveal the least bit about themselves, and this woman’s scowl was crowned with suspicious little pig-like eyes that swept across him like razor-sharp searchlights, to Burnett her eyes were full of dread and suspicion, and he watched as these pale gray pin-pricks. He made one last check of the area. No guards were nearby. Scott walked to the door and grabbed the knob. The electromagnetic bolt released with a 'chunk' and he opened the door.Half the lights in the hangar were off. He moved away from the door, along the wall and got his bearings. The massive hangar had a grid laid out on the floor in yellow tape. Against the far wall, were several flatbed trailers covered with large segments of misshapen debris.Tables and shelving units were aligned in rows. We had to retrieve ‘im with a cherry-picker.” (Author’s note: A cherry-picker, formally known as a hydraulic mobile crane, has a boom that can extend a good distance, the amount varying with the model)“Well, having gravel to stand on is a notable luxury,” I said.“Bill Carmody said to do it. Ain’t arguin’ with Bill.”Sunny smiled. “Bill’s a good guy...”“I think so,” Jumbo said. “I worked on his crews for a while. Now he set me up to run this job.”“Any problems, so far?”“Nope. Checked the.